This was one excellent book. Amazing story and even better back story.
The way that it was written was pretty close to flawless. There was a nice flow
to the book and never leaves you feeling lost.

The way that Evan loves is absolutely breathtaking. He lives and
breathes Carys. Nothing will ever come between his love for her. However, the
way that he left things with her was less than stellar. Therefore, he must win
back her trust in hopes that she will once again, be his. When a secret comes
out of hiding from his fathers past, he must figure how and when to act, as
well as how to handle the situation. This further proves that the way he loves
is like nothing you can ever imagine. Van created a forever spot, in my heart.

I can't wait to see what S.M. West has is stire for us next. Even
though this is my first read from her, I am a forever fan. Pick up your copy
today!!

“Evan, I want to know what happened, but I have a life now and you
need to know…” She trails off, her eyes darting away from mine.

“What?”

Gazing up at me, she continues, “Whatever you have to say, it’s not
going to change a thing. We’re over.”

My heart twists and breathing becomes difficult. Mother fuck, her
words cut deep, hurting even though they aren’t true. Sure, she believes them
on some level—she had to, in order to get through what I did. Yet, along with
the hurt and disappointment swimming in her eyes, there’s also tenderness and
love.

“Tell me you’re happy and I’ll walk away.”

We always pushed each other, challenged the other to face our fears,
to be honest with ourselves, with each other. I need to hear her say it. I
don’t believe it, but if she is over me, I need to hear it in her voice and see
it in her face—not because I want to, but because it’s the only way I can even
begin to accept that we’re over. Even then, it’s not possible.

“I’m happy.” Her tone is laden with bravado, but no true emotion. Even
her gaze, which never wavers from mine, is flat.

As a child, I thought it was so fucking cool to have a nickname that
only my best friends would call me. Now, hearing “Van” from her pretty lips, I
want to obliterate the word from her vocabulary, fucking kiss the word out of
her.

“You can call me asshole for all I care, you’re not happy,” I retort
in frustration. Catching my tone, I breathe deeply and loosen my fists to relax.
“Don’t lie to me, and most of all, don’t lie to yourself.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You want to see what you
want. I’m with Greg, and we’re happy.”

She grimaces infinitesimally, then averts her eyes from me. Unable to
read her, I’m not sure if it’s because she means it and doesn’t want to hurt my
feelings or if the lie tastes nasty in her mouth.

“Sweetness, I know everything there is to know about you, without
apology. You can’t lie to me.”

S.M. West is an indie author who writes contemporary romance, romantic
suspense, erotica and whatever her heart desires.

She spends her time juggling ay day job, being a mom and wife, and
writing. On top of that, she's a self-professed junkie of many things including
a voracious fan of music, a born wanderer, a wine aficionado and chocolate
connoisseur.